Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Picture Ellie May in a pretty dress, sitting behind the reception desk of Jed Clampett Enterprises Incorporated, meeting all the young eligible business executives and captains of industry.

Oh, that's my limousine.

Take your shoes off.

If he comes in here, I'm leaving.

You'll be in the mainstream of American economy.

Yeah, like a private projection room, and a sauna bath, and a landing pad on the roof for my helicopter.

Good morning, J.B.

Oh, then you are going to beat me.

I don't work in pictures, never have worked in pictures, and never will work in pictures.

One word from me and you'll never work in another picture.

Well, Granny, I still don't know what I'd do with a whole floor of a bank building.

You get Granny to help you peddle them.

Jethro, are you going down to your agent's office this morning?

Now, close your eyes.

I'm moving out!

I'd like to say the same thing.

Here's a doll you can beg all you want.

I've already got some ideas for what to do.

I want this floor closed to the public.

You could say that.

Mr. Show Business isn't in his office yet.

Come on, Bessie, let's make the rounds again.

He might be getting his shoes fixed or his hair cut.

It's the private enterprise system that's made this country great.

That economy job gets a mite noisy, Doctor.

The first victim will warn the others!

Well, I ain't asking you.

Do I get my private projection room, sauna, bath, and helioport?